I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Lysander’s pov

I have never felt more wanted the way I did last night, the first time the professor fucked me? It was intense.

Every other orgasm he had dragged out of me had been done slowly like he had been savoring every second he’d spent inside me. It had never been like that with my stepbrother, not even once.

Not to mention, the professor’s cock was perfect and huge. I hadn’t noticed it’s girth while I’d blown him, but I’d felt every inch of it inside me yesterday. It had pressed against my stomach, leaving a protruding bulge every time he’d thrusted into me.

He didn’t look at me with disdain the way Gideon did when he was fucking me, he didn’t punish me or act like he hated me. He was so attentive and sweet even when his thrust were anything but.

His scarlet eyes had stared into mine while he fucked me. Every time I tried to close my eyes, he’d coax me into opening my eyes, his firm voice made me obey. As strong and hard as his voice is, he was never cruel, which was more than I could say for Gideon.

He kept saying words to me, handling me like I was porcelain glass.

"Beautiful." He’d whispered while I rode him. "Look how lovely you look with my cock in you.

Let me hear you, say my name."

I shivered, a shudder of pleasure racing down my spine. God, I was insane for wanting it to happen again.

Not that it would. Maybe last night had been a fluke, and the professor would want me out by the time he was back.

I mean, it was scandalous to be sleeping with a faculty member.

I bit my lip anxiously. Yesterday, he had demanded I tell him who I preferred between him and Gideon.

I’d said him, obviously. I’d choose him over Gideon any day of the week.

Gideon had sounded furious when he’d asked the question, softening only after I had chosen him. Why had he sounded so upset?

Could it be because...

Was there a chance he had been jealous?

A thrill went through me, leaving me giddy. A helpless smile curved my lips, and I let out a little squeal, squirming happily on the bed.

Maybe, just maybe the professor felt the same way I did. Maybe he was interested in me too, enough to get jealous over Gideon.

If he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, I was more than willing to put aside his betrayal and forgive him. As long as we could be together, I would forgive him for almost anything.

It was foolish of me, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him that badly.

My attention snapped to the door as it creaked open. Freezing, I watched the professor step into the room, his hands were carrying a tray. My mouth watered as the scent of breakfast wafted over to me, accompanied by the aroma of rich coffee.

His eyes were fixed on me while he approached the bed. "You’re up."

"Good m-morning." I stuttered, flushing with embarrassment. I couldn’t look him in the eye, mortified. The reality of last night hit me at once and for a moment, I doubted my own memory. It felt so surreal. Surely I hadn’t hallucinated the entire thing?

"Morning." He responded, setting the tray beside me on the duvet.

"How are you feeling? Sore?"

Now that he mentioned it, my ass did sting a little, but not as bad as I had expected, considering how many hours we had fucked.

"A little." I whispered shyly, still not meeting his gaze. "B-but it’s, not too bad."

"I’m glad." He pushed the tray closer to me, and I looked at his strong hands. "You must be hungry. Eat."

I stilled in surprise when I saw the bandage wrapped around his wrist.

Blood had seeped through the white material, staining it. "You’re hurt."

"It’s nothing." He said in a careless voice. "Eat."

Obediently, I pulled the tray closer to me. There was toast with the eggs and bacon, alongside a small bowl of mixed fruit.

I picked up the fork laying on the tray before stabbing at a piece of the fluffy, scrambled eggs. It seemed to melt in my mouth the second I slid it in. I let out an appreciative sound, closing my eyes momentarily.

The professor sat at the far corner of the bed, just out of my reach but near enough that he was all I was aware of. His eyes were directed towards the window, paying me no mind.

He seemed to be lost in contemplation, a faraway look in his eyes.

When the last of the contents of the mug was drained, I cleared my throat carefully. His gaze landed on me, detached yet alert.

"Done?" He asked.

"Yes." I murmured, feeling the tips of my ears burn from having his full focus on me. "Thank you."

"It’s nothing." He repeated again.

Picking the tray from my lap, he rose to set it on the dressing table far off from the bed.

I gripped the bedsheets worriedly, my eyes resting on his bandaged wrist. "Y-you weren’t hurt yesterday. W-what happened?"

He turned halfway to stare at me, his expression bland and unreadable. "You bit me."

I blanched. Guilt settled heavily in my stomach, the discomfort growing by the second. "I did?

When?" Why? How?

"Last night." He came up to the bed, standing right beside me. His wide shoulders blocked my view of the window.

"Right before you passed out. You must have been delirious from exhaustion." He said smoothly.

"Ah, shit. "The blood on the sheets..."

"Is mine." He clarified. "I was going to change them but you were so tired I decided not to."

My guilt quadrupled. Cringing, I summoned the courage to look him in the eye. He was staring at me calmly, without any anger in his eyes. "I’m so so sorry."

"It’s fine. Just a scratch."

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